Until Death Do US Part (boyxboy)

Chapter Two

[Pic Is Jayson]

Thomas’ P.O.V

I sat on the cold hard examination table for the second time in the past week. Although this time I was not going to be tortured to death by the Doc. So why was I so nervous? I couldn’t really tell you why, but what I could tell you is that I wanted Jayson by my side.

The receptionist had called to inform my parents that my results were in from my prior tests. Instead of telling my mother over the phone they had us come in to see the doctor. When we arrived ten minutes early the nurse showed me into an examination room. My mother and father started to follow, but the nurse stopped them and told them to stay behind.

Maybe that’s what was so unsettling. Or maybe the fact that the quack hadn’t made it to my room yet and it had been a half hour since I was told to come and sit in here. I was distracting myself with thoughts of Jayson when the door creaked open. A familiar man in a white coat with an unfamiliar forced smile plastered on his face entered the room.

“Hello, Thomas. Sorry I took so long getting to you. How are you?” Dr. Stein babbled conversationally, never taking his eyes off his clip board.

“Oh, you know the usual. Why did I have to come in here alone?” I asked not beating around the bush. He had managed to make me feel as paranoid as my mother, bless her heart.

“Well, as you know the results from your last visit are here and I wanted to give you the option to hear them on your own before I bring in Mom and Dad,” he explained. I hated when he referred to my parents as Mom and Dad, like they were his parents too or something.

“Alright, well just spit it out. Am I anemic or do I have low blood sugar? Obviously there’s something wrong with me or you could just tell me in front of my parents.” I had little patience left.

“Well, honestly Thomas, it’s not good,” Stein confessed still not making eye contact.

Jayson’s P.O.V

“Hey, Jayson! Where’s Thomas?”

“He had a doctor’s appointment,” I said quietly.

He was worrying me today. I hadn’t heard from him in over an hour and the appointment was at twelve, it’s one now. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was actually wrong and his mother wasn’t just over reacting. But I couldn’t think like that. It wouldn’t do.

I tried paying attention all day, but I couldn’t. Not until I made sure he was okay. I ducked my head down so lurking teachers wouldn’t confiscate my phone and I began talking. “Hey, Tommy, it’s me, I’m really worried about you. I mean I know that there’s probably nothing to worry about, but on the off chance that there is something wrong you can tell me, okay? I’m here for you, okay, baby? Love you, call me when you get this.”

Thomas’ P.O.V

I paled a little. He’s got to be exaggerating like Mom does. “Just say it.”

“Normally the outlook wouldn’t be so grim, especially for some one of your age, but I swear I have never seen anything like this, Thomas. While this is the most curable and has the lowest fatality rate, there are exceptions. And you are one of the exceptions.”

His words were like French to me. They ran in together and I tried taking his sentences and separating them, ordering them, rearranging them, but I couldn’t figure out what he was telling me. Curable? Fatality rate? “What are you talking about, Dr.?”

“Thomas, you have a very advanced form of Testicular Cancer. It has already metastasized and spread to other vital parts in the body. At this point removal of even both testicles would be futile.”